"Fletch!"

Well, I got no comments on the name change choices, so I picked FLETCH. I picked up my little man on Saturday morning and we drove straight to SLC to visit Cynthia & Donald again. They welcomed us with open arms, and they already love Fletch too. (In fact, I'm keeping my eye on Don because he seems way too tickled spending time with MY cat! I already warned him that if Fletch disappears, I will know to look in his Man Cave downstairs. 27 years of investgating at least gave me that!)

He YEOWLED in the car for the first hour of our drive. He finally settled down and found a few places to curl up, but none of those places were the beds I specifically bought for him - go figure. We stopped twice along the way and stretched our legs (all 6 of them). and got to SLC around 2:30.

Our first night together was interesting. 3 times, Fletch got up and wanted loving and face-rubbing: at 2am, 4am and again @ 7am. We're going to have to work on sleeping habits! We'er also going to have to work on his walking on kitchen cabinets & tables. I don't mind personally, but if we are going to visit other peoples' houses, we (he) will have to learn some manners. We're chilling out in SLC until Monday. Cynthia & Don had to go to a family function today, so I've go the house to myself. Fletch and I are doing laundry and cooking dinner for the household tonight. I love rummaging through a kitchen and making something out of whatever I find.

I'm still getting used to this retirement paycheck program, which is not only different, but LESS. So I have to learn to adjust to that- I know, budgeting has never been my strong point, but I can live on very little when I need to do so. I still wouldn't trade this retirement/traveling for anything! I miss my friends in B'ham, but not the job at all. I wasn't unhappy, really, just finished.

Here are Buddy & Daisy, forced to sit outside their OWN HOUSE while the interloper gets to march around freely like he runs the place. They didn't stay out long, just occasionally. Daisy didn't care one way or the other, but Buddy (the face) was convinced he was going to 'play' with the furry interloper (Fletch).

That's Fletch hiding behind a baby gate while Buddy, who was recently allowed back in the house, searches for him! Actually the gates are not even secured in place, but Buddy doesn't know that...